His whole life was now summed up in two words: absolute uncertainty within an impenetrable fog.

God will reward you,' he said. 'You must be an angel since you care for flowers.

Strong and rare natures are thus created; misery, almost always a stepmother, is sometimes a mother; privation gives birth to power of soul and mind; distress is the nurse of self-respect; misfortune is a good breast for great souls.

A house is built of logs and stone, of tiles and posts and piers; a home is built of loving deeds that stand a thousand years.

Die, very good, but do not make others die. Suicides like the one which is about to take place here are sublime, but suicide is restricted, and does not allow of extension; and so soon as it affects your neighbors, suicide becomes murder.

Curiosity is one of the forms of feminine bravery.

What says the law? You will not kill. How does it say it? By killing!